Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

The Black Bear tribe leader, clad in heavy armor, stood on the high platform and roared, "Kill all these Han dogs! Leave no one alive! Smash them into mincemeat!"

His roar inspired his men's ferocity. Every time his scimitar fell, it was accompanied by flying flesh and screams as the Dragon Gang warriors were killed, shield and all.

The warriors of the Fierce Dragon Gang were indeed fighting desperately. They rammed their bodies into the shield wall, hacked at the gaps with their knives and axes, and used their flesh and blood to buy their comrades a chance to attack.

Just as a man used his shoulder to deflect a spear thrusting at him, a heavy axe cleaved half of his shoulder open from the side.

With a roar, he used his last strength to plunge the dagger into the enemy's abdomen. The two of them rolled on the ground and were trampled into a bloody pulp by countless feet.

Another warrior was shot in the knee by an arrow and fell to his knees, clinging tightly to the thigh of a Black Bear warrior, letting the scimitar slash wildly at his back, just so that his comrade behind him could have a chance to cut off the enemy's head.

Every inch of land was fought for, leaving behind corpses and blood; the muddy land was repeatedly irrigated with hot blood, turning it into a viscous swamp.

At this moment, Su Zhan, like an arrow released from a bow, led his men to the edge of the battlefield.

He reared up on his warhorse, his long sword whistling through the wind, and with a swift, powerful slash, he cleaved a black bear warrior who had pounced from the flank in two, spear and all, scalding blood spraying everywhere.

"Kill! Kill!"

Several hundred elite members of the Fierce Dragon Gang, fresh from the Bloodhoof Tribe's hellish battles, poured into the battlefield, fiercely breaking into the Black Bear Tribe's flank encirclement.

They were covered in blood, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge, and the battle instantly turned chaotic and brutal.

Su Zhan's goal was very clear: to rush straight to the city gate, tear through that damned shield wall, and reunite with Bai Zhanqiu.

Su Zhan spurred his horse forward, his longsword flashing like silver light, sweeping away a hail of arrows and spears, severing several lassos that were trying to trip his horse, and charging ahead.

But the Black Bear tribe was clearly wary of this reinforcement. "Stop the one on horseback and kill him!"

The Black Bear leader's voice boomed like a bell, and instantly, more than 50 elite Black Bear warriors surged out from both sides of the camp gate and behind the fortifications, fearlessly rushing towards Su Zhan.

They abandoned their defenses, seeking only to be wounded in return for their lives, and hurled heavy weapons at Su Zhan and his warhorse.

The warhorse let out a mournful cry, its forelegs broken by a heavy axe, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud.

As Su Zhan fell from his horse, he twisted his body strangely, narrowly avoiding several deadly weapons.

His longsword shifted instantly, piercing precisely through a gap in a soldier's head and armor, piercing his throat, but more weapons had already enveloped Su Zhan.

"Protect Master Su!"

Sun Ce's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He led a dozen of his fiercest warriors and charged forward, forcefully shoving several of them aside with his body.

With swords and axes raining down, Sun Ce's battle axe instantly cleaved open an enemy's chest, but he was struck in the back by another Black Bear warrior's scimitar, his leather armor shattering and the bone exposed.

He staggered, swung his axe backhand, and chopped off the attacker's arm, spitting out a mouthful of blood himself.

Su Zhan landed and rolled, dodging the falling weapons, which smashed the ground into large craters.

He sprang up like a cheetah, channeling all his strength into his longsword, and with a piercing whistling sound, slashed fiercely at the shield of a shield-wielding warrior.

With a crack, the thick shield shattered, and the blade, still sharp, embedded itself deeply in the opponent's skull.

Su Zhan snarled as he drew his long sword. The man's bones shattered, a sound that made one's teeth ache. He cleaved half of the man's head off, scalding blood and shattered bone fragments splattering all over the ground.

Su Zhan ignored him and looked around. This brief pause only made him more surrounded.

Several spears came from different angles. Su Zhan fought hard to defend himself, deflecting two of them, but the third spear pierced his thigh.

The excruciating pain made him groan, and his movements slowed down a fraction as a heavy warhammer slammed down on his head.

In the nick of time, a figure suddenly pounced from the side and slammed into the enemy wielding a large hammer—it was Sun Ce!

He had been keeping a close eye on the threat posed by the Soviet Union!

With a "thud," the warhammer grazed Sun Ce's shoulder and fell, smashing away a large chunk of flesh. The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and Sun Ce screamed as he fell to the ground.

"Sun Ce!" Su Zhan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and a surge of anger rose to the sky.

He seemed oblivious to the excruciating pain in his leg, and his longsword burst forth with an unprecedented brilliance.

He pushed the essence of the Rending Wind Breaking Formation Blade Technique to its limit. The blade light was like a wheel, slashing against the wind. He unfolded a long spear and smoothly slashed across the enemy's throat. Using the momentum, he spun around, bringing up a rain of blood, and cut two enemies who rushed in from the side in half at the waist.

The blade, held back, pierced the eye socket of a heavily armored warrior, going straight to the back of his head. Then, with a sudden pull, a red and white substance emerged.

With a single leg thrust, he pounced on the enemy who had injured Sun Ce like a mad tiger. In the enemy's horrified gaze, a cleaving motion filled with all his rage cleaved him and his hammer in two from head to crotch.

Internal organs and blood gushed out like a waterfall, splattering all over the ground.

Su Zhan, holding a large sword, stood between the two halves of the corpse, breathing heavily.

His left leg wound was bleeding profusely, and every breath he took aggravated the pain throughout his body.

He looked around and saw that within a radius of several feet around him, a bloody slaughterhouse had been formed, with severed limbs and broken arms laid out in a thick layer. He had single-handedly slaughtered all of the Black Bear tribe's most elite heavily armored warriors.

This inhuman and horrific slaughter finally shook the will of the Black Bear warriors, and the seemingly indestructible shield wall began to waver.

"Now, brothers, follow me and break through the city gate!" Bai Zhanqiu saw this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Ignoring his serious injuries, he roared and led the remaining warriors to use their last strength to smash into the shield wall.

Su Zhan mustered his strength, dragging his injured leg, and pointed his long sword at the camp gate, "Charge in and kill them all!"

The warriors of the Fierce Dragon Gang were completely ignited by their commander's might. They roared and trampled over the enemy's corpses, like a flood breaking through a dam, breaking through the shield wall and surging into the Black Bear Tribe's camp.

The camp gates were wide open, but the battle inside was a hundred times more bloody.

Inside the narrow passage and the burning tent, the crazed enemy launched a fierce counterattack with every step they retreated.

For the Raptors, every step forward was accompanied by the rapid loss of life.

Su Zhan and Bai Zhanqiu met up, back to back, like two mobile meat fortresses, struggling to move forward through the enemy tide, their target being the black bear leader in the center of the camp.

"Tragic" is an understatement to describe this hellish scene. There is no fear here, only the most primal killing and destruction.

The corpses were piled up like mountains, and the blood flowed into streams, creating an eerie blood mist in the cold night.

The Raptors' momentum was quickly worn down by the Black Bears' stubborn resistance. Every victory was soaked in the blood of their comrades, but dawn was still far away.